my sejanus hc list that i’ve had in my notes for years and years
— he definitely loves all animals but he is a cat person all the way!!!!!!
— his closet is sorted by color
— he wore glasses as a child (and occasionally wears them in his older years)
— he likes to sew with his ma
— his favorite season is winter because he likes to wear scarves, but he loves spring too!
— he has a bird feeder hanging from his windowsill
— would absolutely hate horror films, his favorite kind of movie is anything that falls in the romcom genre
— hates white shoes / suits (yes he was miserable in the peacekeeper uniform)
— ma put notes in his lunchbox when he was little and he still has them in a small box on top of his closet
— he’d be a sandbox game lover. animal crossing, stardew valley, anything like that
— he surprisingly has really good endurance, and it’d piss coriolanus off when they’d have to run for their peacekeeper training because he couldn’t keep up
— double knots his shoe laces because he got tripped so much as a kid
— favorite pie is either peach or apple
— probably has a fish tank
— when he’s reading he makes his own bookmarks
— actually knows how to slow dance properly thanks to ma
— he draws on gum wrappers
— is deathly terrified of any kind of flying bug (but would pick up any spider to take it outside and set it free 😭)
— he had a pet duck in district 2
— his favorite flowers are tulips because they continue to grow even once they’ve been cut
— he loves to help ma cook. whether it’s handing her ingredients, or stirring the pot while she steps outside. anything to make her days a little easier
— his favorite color is orchid purple
— he’s a collector!!!! i think he’d collect rocks, stamps, pennies, flowers and leaves, literally anything he can find because he likes to make scrapbooks for them
— can’t sleep unless he’s cold
— owns tons of graphic tees and other colorful attire as an adult because his father only let him wear formal clothing growing up
— definitely gets motion sickness
— cannot drive for shit and should never be trusted behind the wheel
— his love languages are acts of service and gift giving
— his favorite treat of ma’s is her cupcakes, especially the ones she makes for his birthday
— diary / journal ownerrrrr (the fact that he had one in his box in the movie made my heart happy, okay lionsgate you get a point from me…)
— has a piece of jewelry that he’s worn for half of his life, and it’s either a ring or a necklace (maybe both!)
— the marble heart that was in his box in the book was from marcus
— in a present day au, i can always see him being a tutor in high school, maybe even a student teacher in his early 20’s (i think i’ve actually talked about this before on here LMAO) but i don’t think he’d become a full-on teacher in the end, and would diverge his career path to eventually become an EMT
— it takes him years to get through a bottle of cologne
— since he’s canonically good at science, i think he spent a lot of his childhood conducting fun experiments (DEFINITELY the baking soda-and-vinegar volcano)
— his home would be full of the silliest decor. cat cups and colorful paintings, and he has gnomes in his lawn… he gives them names
that’s all i have for now !!!!
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Can we talk about how a first date with Bakugou is so awkward?
Like shockingly awkward because he's been steadily flirting with you, although harshly, over the past year before he finally asks you out on a real date.
Naturally you say yes. You've been to lunch and dinners with him before, gotten drunk at work events and listened to him whisper filth into your ear while your coworkers were distracted. Hell you've even sat in his lap and made out with him at Shouto's annual Christmas party so the two of you aren't strangers to your mixed up feelings.
But when you arrive at the agreed meeting spot Bakugou is a totally different man. Shoulders slightly raised or hunched, hands hidden away in his pockets because he can't trust his sweaty palms when normally he stands cock sure, thick arms crossed over his chest in annoyance with a straight spine and shoulders back.
He's thirty and yet he feels sixteen again avoiding his crush at all costs because of how nervous they made him but he's the one who asked YOU out. Why is he fuckin nervous?!
It's no different now, constant blush on his ears, standing an arm's length away when before he'd be right on top of you, intentional or not.
He's just so worried he's gonna fuck this date up because he really, really, likes you.
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Sometimes, Lucifer wishes you weren't so popular as you are. You would think it's the other way around.
Lucifer x Reader, gender-neutral, pre-relationship, fluff
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Diavolo would be rather pleased to know you are making friends outside of the seven demon brothers. His vision of peace among the three realms seems more of a reality when a human can play among common angels and lesser demons without fear of retribution or danger. Lucifer would commend you as well, for Diavolo's goals are his own and you are technically under his care-- but he finds you a tad too trusting for your own good, even if it is one of the redeeming qualities that make you popular in the Devildom.
And you are-- popular, despite your modest denials and deflections of "you're much more popular, Lucifer."
Lucifer sees you the way others do. Your friendliness is what makes you well-liked, your indiscriminatory manner of treating others endearing. But it is that soul of yours and a heart that does not falter that makes you popular. Desireable-- though he doubts any demon would dare present themselves in that way to you, not with how closely you stay next to him.
Lucifer can't say he isn't pleased with this, both with your evident affection for him and the wide berth other demons give you when they see him approach. He has no qualms in fighting to get what he wants, but it feeds on his pride that no one would dare challenge him.
But still... it is only a testament on how much he has grown attached to you that he sees you-- eyes fond, smile wide in the direction of others-- and feels a hot flare of jealousy despite himself. Though, if he were truly being honest with himself, he had never been one to share, even when he was an angel.
"You're quite the popular one," Lucifer tells you as he walks you home, and he wants to bite his cheek for voicing his feelings outloud to you, the only source of his bittersweet uncertainty.
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"There's no one else," you say, and you turn your head quickly away, eyes determinedly forward even though you spot Lucifer look at you curiously.
"Pardon?" He asks, amusement in his tone.
"You're the popular one between the two of us," you blurt out. "I haven't been with anyone for the past few years or so, some years from choice but others... it just hadn't worked out."
You look down at your feet, wondering if there exists a plane below even the Devildom to swallow you whole. But still, it seemed important now to tell Lucifer in the moment, so you speak; it does well for you most of the time. "So you're the only one. The only one that matters."
Lucifer scoffs. "You are popular." You hear his tone soften, and it makes the tendrils of your heart curl in pleasure. "They'd be a fool not to notice how sweetly you treat others."
"I guess when you compare me to a demon, of course," you tease. "And even then, it isn't romantic."
And then you begin to wonder: how many lovers must Lucifer have taken? For how long? Any history of yours would pale in comparison, but especially so, because it is Lucifer. You are certain that even pride and arrogance cannot be strong enough of a deterrent for others to pursue someone as beautiful and talented as Lucifer.
"I see," Lucifer says, and you look at him, confused. You see the tell-tale smirk on his face before you hear his teasing comment. "So you wish to be fawned over as a romantic interest? Coveted as a lover by many?" He takes your hand into his, and before you can instinctively pull away, Lucifer presses a kiss onto your hand.
Your face prickles with how quickly it warms.
"Well," you mumble, looking away, "maybe just by one demon." You let your hand be manipulated until his palm is flat against yours. His fingers are much longer than yours-- his entire hand is, really-- that they envelope yours in its entirety. It's the only coherent thought at the moment; you can only think about how Lucifer is the one holding your hand.
"Good," he tells you, and his smile is pleased, a little smug if you know him well enough. "No other demon could compare, so there is no use in trying."
You let out a laugh, the comment so representative of the Avatar of Pride. It should be off-putting, his arrogance, but you can only admire it, and even at the worst of times, agree with it. And at the best of times, you adore it, especially when you know how little pride matters when it comes to his brothers.
"You're right," you say before Lucifer thinks your laughter means you believe otherwise. "Even if there was, you're still the only one that matters to me, Lucifer."
"Naturally," he says, but you see his ears pink at your words. He grips your hand tighter when you pass by a triad of demons, pulling you subtly closer to him. You hear a titter of laughter trailing after the two of you, and you wonder if they are talking about the two of you-- demon of pride and human-- walking hand in hand. You wonder if Lucifer is proud to have you at his side.
(Perhaps one day he will tell you himself.)
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